What girls do in their afternoon

Tina is in a bad mood.

You can see that from here, she has sat on the couch with a sulk and hasn't uttered a single word. Which is something you normally wouldn't care about (or you'd thank the Lord for the miracle of her shutting up); but since you're trying during these days to be, you know, a bit less bitter, you guess that as the older sister you're supposed to pretend, at least. Plus, you guess the rarity of such a circumstance is worthy of half of your attention.

"...I should have gone to my room." You think with resignation.

-All right, what's up?- You ask, laying the magazine you were reading on the table.

-It's nothing.- She grumbles, at which you roll your eyes. You feel like you're talking to your girlfriend.

-Come on, you're sitting there for ten minutes and you're not even fingering yourself. Tell your...- Ugh: -...big sis what bothers you.-.

Tina flinches for a sec, then replies: -It's just... I'm worried about Tom. He seemed a bit unhappy today.-.

-Well, so?- You cross your legs one on top of the other: -Can't he just have a bad day?-.

-Yeah, but, I feel that there's something more. I mean, we're doing all of this for him, right? That's why we are here...-.

You frown at such a melancholy. Actually, you're doing this for yourself, but yes, she's partially right: you were doing this for him, at the beginning.

-It's just that... don't take it wrong, but I'm not sure it's working as it was supposed. I try to be the best little sister in the world but... he seems so frustrated! Maybe I should have sex with him some more. Or maybe I'm too much pushy.-.

"Too much pushy"? She's considering... shit, she's really upset then.

-Uh, listen, you know how he's done. We all do. Maybe Jeremy has just crossed the line again with his pranks, or some other bullshit has sent him paranoid. Don't overthink it. Just blow him tonight and he'll be ok again.-.

She whines not very convinced, but then your phone alarm warns you your time is over and you stand up.

-I have to meet up with my friends now. Mom is out, thus you'll be there alone. Don't burn the house and close the windows if you want to masturbate, 'kay?- You give her instructions while you're collecting your purse and the rest of your stuff. When you're at the door, noticing that she still looks like a beaten dog, you sigh and quickly take off your bra. You throw it at her.

-There, have fun.- As she moves intrigued to collect it, you exit.

---

You hold the bra suspended with two fingers, as if it were a stinking rag. A melodramatic pout contorts your face.

-She can't just launch things at me! I'm, I'm not a dog!-.

And it's not just that: she's been so cold and impassive and she even truncate the conversation like that, while all you needed was someone who would reassure and pamper you a little, like a beaten do... whatever.

"Why doesn't she take me seriously? I was really struggling and she just... she just thinks that this could fix anything!".

-Well, you know what? I don't need her help, humph!- You announce loudly, springing up and throwing away the lingerie piece to then put your hands on your hips: -I don't need anyone, not even Mom or my stupid brother! And even less Miss "Ohh I'm perfect and you're just a pitiful bitch on my way", that is! I'm a hot, beautiful girl, and all I need is myself!-.

With this resolution, you march towards the stairs, directed to your room for a masturbation session; all alone, just you, Tina and yourself. And when your stupid sister will come home from her equal stupid friends, she'll see that you didn't need that useless cloth of hers! And, and she will feel even more stupid because she has taken it off for no reason, yes! Besides, they're just two cups of tissue and a pair of strings! Uhh, oh my God, well big news: your shoes too are made of tissue and strings, so what?

"Though...".

You slow down your pace.

"Nah, it's nothing.".

"...Yet.".

"It's kinda a waste, isn't it?".

You slowly turn around and locate the bra on the floor, next to the door. That useless rag of lace. Laying there. All alone.

"I mean. It's not like I went looking for it. I've already pointed out that I don't need it, so if I use it that wouldn't mean, like, at all, that I need it.".

Moments pass in absolute silence, as if you were expecting for it to talk.

"On the contrary: depriving myself of it a priori would mean that it somehow affects my choices, which is ABSOLUTELY not true! So I must not... but I should use it.".

With a swift paw, you come and pick it up, handling it between your hands, with a sneer on your face that you immediately erase.

-I'll just tell her that I've thrown it away. She doesn't need to get the wrong idea, duh.-.

Finally agreeing with yourself, you move to run upstairs. As you step into the first rung, however, you remember your sister's last recommendation.

You turn toward the window. Only two semitransparent curtains are concealing you from the outside world. A sudden gust of wind causes them to swell and float.

"Yeah, screw Kim!".

You lick your lips and then jump on the couch.

---

After one last make-up check, you dismount your car and enter the mall. As it's Kim's ritual when in public, you remodulate your thoughts to be their most serene versions, a sort of "half-full glass" transition. Thereby, your pissed-off face gives a demonstration of great versatility as it abruptly lights up in a slapdash smile when you see two girls of your age coming in your direction. One is your dearest, dearest friend Krissy Delle who you had the immense pleasure of having acquaintance during a group project, an experience that your teacher decided to repeat several times, since you've worked so well together. She is... self-confident, for sure. Affable, very affable, when with the others. And no one could have any doubt regarding the consistency of her integrity. Oh, absolutely not. The other one, instead, is some nameless b... erm, a friend of hers whose name sadly escapes you right now. At least she's cute in her dress plus jacket combination.

Anyhow, she stops halfway, whilst Krissy reaches you: -Hello dear, we were just waiting for you!- she chirps out while exchanging cheek kisses with you. To have her drool on your skin is a... lovely sensation.

-I'm really sorry Christine, I really had this mishap at home, oh, you have no idea!- Neither do you, by the way. You see her cringing a bit at the sound of her real name; ups, guess you forgot she hates it.

-Don't worry, in fact, me and...- You nonchalantly tense your ears: -...my boyfriend were just talking on the phone. Uh, I can't remember if I've already told you, but we're planning a holiday to Paris so he's truly busy with the preparations.-.

She, obviously, already told you. More than once.

-Oh, how delightful!- You play surprised: -Krissy, I'm so envious! The City of Love, it's so... romantic! And sure he'll have so much love to give... ah, to you, of course!- you end with an apologetic chuckle, as if excusing yourself for the unusual choice of words. Luckily, her boyfriend is totally not famous for being a serial cheater, so she has nothing to grimace against.

-Yeah, huh, I'll remember to send you our photos.- She blurts while gingerly scratching her philtrum.

-I'm counting on it.- You flash your candid smile and then you walk arm in arm towards the waiting girl, and for some reason you start to think about what you would be doing instead if you had stayed with Tina.

---

-Mmm, hello cutie, do we know each other?- You coo putting a finger in your mouth. You slowly lift the hem of your shirt at your hip, revealing the pink panties.

-Oh gee, of course we do: that's me!- You chortle at the mirror. Where did you get the mirror? Where, it's a funny story, basically...

"Who cares? Gosh, I'm so sexy!".

You bit the hem and uncover your left breast, while stretching your knickers to flaunt your pussy to the air.

"And to think I wanted to give up all of this! Mmm, ohh, these tits are so... sensitive!".

You eventually discard your shirt and start groping your cleavage, getting more and more excited at the lewder grin on the other side of the mirror.

"I'm... I'm so lucky... yeah, that is! Boys stroke their penises mourning because they don't have boobs, and girls stroke their boobs but they feel the lack of a penis, everyone feels so deeply unsatisfied when they masturbate!".

"...except for me! I just feel so... perfect!".

---

-I've heard about your car. What a horrible disgrace.-.

-Thank you, Krissy, I appreciate it.- As a fish appreciates fresh air. You've thought of her as a suspect, but you immediately discarded her. That's not her style: no, to physical destruction she much prefers a mental one. Smashing a car window? Too plebeian for her taste.

Krissy flips around the dress she wanted to try, then puts it back with a disdainful frown. You now have the doubt that with the 'horrible disgrace' she wasn't referring to your car anymore.

-My my, they don't sell anything here.- She murmurs. Your hand instinctively yanks toward the cute top who you've laid next to you, but you refrain yourself. Instead, as you're sitting on the pouf, you cross your legs and pretend not to have heard.

-Sorry, were you saying...?-.

-Nothing, just a cough.-.

-Girls, what do you think of this one?- Your still mysterious companion pipes out from behind the shelves, holding a short-sleeved dress with a white, polka-dotted top part and a long blue skirt as the lower one. It's not that bad, but the overall impression is that the stylist has tried to copy a belle-epoque dress with mediocre results. The worst thing with her is that you just dodged by a very little a critical situation: when you've rejoined she politely greeted you by your name, to which you started to answer "Hello..." and instinctively looked for Krissy's help, but coincidentally she was staring at some plant next to a bench; Krissy who, your memories tell, hates everything resembling a vegetable since when some brambles have ruined her purse. Luckily for you, at that moment the girl's phone rang and she had excused herself. In any case, you've decided to throw away the good-thinking attitude, since it wasn't leading to anything.

Back to the dress.

-Honey, you'd look... wonderful!- Krissy comments with a smile that smells like plastic more than her buttcheeks.

-Absolutely! You should really try it!- You add vehemently. As she enters the dressing room satisfied, to your relief you can relax your cheeks muscles.

From what you've seen so far, Miss Looking-For-A-Name has a nut in her head. Where the hell has Krissy found her?

-I suppose this one is passable.- Krissy says, interrupting your thoughts. She is wielding a pink silk mini-dress with a deep v-neck that leaves the hips uncovered down to the waist and culminating into a paneled skirt. There are many words to describe the type of girls that wear this type of clothing, few of them being gratifying.

-It... surely embodies your inner self.- You cheer.

-Oh, it doesn't have to do that. Tyler loves this kind of stuff after a nice dinner.- She lifts it up against the lamp, examinating it as a paper sheet with a secret sign on it: -Gotta give him some reward from time to time, right?-.

-Well... what not to do to hook up?-.

-Precisely!- She says after a brief giggle: -You know, these boyfriends!-.

You titter, but not to hide the discomfort of not having one, as she thinks instead: because, in the end, that's not the case. Oh, if only she knew...

---

-Ah... aah... ngh!- Your body tenses up as it reaches a mini-orgasm, and you pause to gasp some air. And you were just playing with your nipples.

With a devious look on your face, you hold up Kim's bra and place it over your bosom, then rummage behind your back to lock it.

-Mpf! Why is so... hard!- A final CLICK rewards your efforts, and you turn to the mirror satisfied. With a mix of arousal and amusement, you notice that her cup fails to contain your massive melons, simply supporting them from below.

-Eheheh... oh, look at me!- You tweet raising your intonation to a close approximation of Kim's: -I'm Kim and I've always a broom up my ass! I always say that having big jugs means that you're fat but actually I'm jealous of my little sister's bobbies... which are these ones, by the way.-.

You squeeze them again, chuckling again for the pleasure. Oh God, even if you're starting to get used to it, you love hearing your crisp voice giggling like that. However, you're even more delighted when it slightly changes, as long as your facial features.

-Tina! Stop pretending you're me! You know that I hate... oww fuck, your tits feel so good!-.

You close your eyes to embrace the feeling, then reopen them and laugh at your sister's contorted visage looking back from the mirror. With your blonde hair and your generous chest, she actually looks more like she was until last week, before the other had decided to change her body at his pleasure. Not that you can say she has really lost in the transition, but...

-Bleaaaaaah!- You stretch the corners of your mouth and make a raspberry, just to chuckle shortly after.

-Ok, ok, that was fun. But I suppose I have to respect your conditions, right 'sis?- You question rhetorically, shifting your face back. You resume grabbing and molesting yourself, but at this point your wild mind is turned on and wants for more.

-Mmm... oh, seems that I have such perverted daughters...- You moan, this time in a deeper, more mature voice. You focus for a moment and a semi-transparent nightie, a bit oversized, falls around your body.

-Stop fighting now and teach mommy how to make use of this delectable form...-.

You knead the two mounds of fat through the tissue as if they were clay, and at each second when you think you've reached the maximal amount of pleasure, you gloriously find that you're wrong.

-Oh, to be young again! That's what a fresh body feels like! You don't mind if I **** it, do you, Tina? Ngh~~- A sudden burst surges and explodes inside your groin, making you lose your balance and fall back, fortunately you land on the couch.

"Wow... that was unexpected... uh?" You frown as you feel something wet around your nipples. You take a peek and see two stains spreading on your nightie.

-Holy fuck!- You exclaim with your Tina's voice: -I'm lactating!-.

You put yourself seated and you take off your gown and bra, noting that you're indeed spilling white drops from your nipples. Your jaw is slack in astonishment.

-This... is... awesome!-.

---

-Oh yeah, I forgot!- Krissy exclaims, halting your track to the shoe shop. You look at her with skeptic curiosity, but it's enough to make her feel that you've fallen for her bait. Which is, probably, the case.

-I've known of your sister! I'm so happy for her!-.

You have no idea what she's talking about, of course, but you won't give her any chance to explain herself.

-Uh, thanks, I'll tell her.-.

Unfortunately, either Nameless is dumb or in league with her, as she asks: -What about her sister?-.

-What, didn't you hear?- She struts, a glitter shimmering in her eyes: -Our Tina is no longer single.-.

Ok, this one alarms you a little. What the hell she's trying to...

-Oh.- Nameless seems surprised by the apparent importance Krissy has given to this news: -And who's the guy?-.

Krissy's lips corners curl into a way that you don't like, not even a bit. It's impossible that she knows, right? She cannot knows. It must be a freaking bluff, a way to make you lose your temper or...

-But it's not a guy, silly! What's her name... Heather, am I correct? I knew that they were intimate friends, almost like sisters they say, but a few days ago they were found kissing each other. In public, I mean!-.

...

-You must be very proud of her.- She spins around towards you, as precise as an owl's head, her eyes equally inquisitive.

-Sadly, it's not an easy world for girls like her. It breaks my heart to think how many retrogrades are still around...-.

Flashes of Kim's memories flow in your mind: you recall several little hints (never factual discussions, just digs here and there), evil jokes about queers and lesbians, mainly coming from your mouth. To Kim's defense, she wasn't truthfully homophobic: if someone had taught her better on the topic, she would surely have changed her mind. She was just very superficial about it.

-Absolutely.- You answer drily: -Heather is a sweet girl.-.

-I wasn't doubting...-.

-Plus.- You interrupt her: -If you think about it, statistically women have a quality that men don't.-.

Krissy lifts an eyebrow: -Which is...?-.

-Fidelity.-.

You see her flinching and flushing inadvertently. Meanwhile, Nameless somehow has lost her attention and she has scurried to the display window.

-Look, these are on sale!-.

-Yes Savannah, I'm sure they're...- Krissy's next words die in her throat as a sly smirk grows on your face.

Savannah. Savannah Totternam, that's her name. You met her at a party where you were both really drunk, or maybe she wasn't that much since she remembers you so clearly.

You keep looking straight into Krissy's eyes as you answer: -We're coming, Savannah. Krissy here just dropped something.-.

You turn around and reach her.

"Yes, her fucking face.".

---

-Ohh fuck!!!-.

After having entertained yourself with your lactating mammals, you've decided to go for the main event; therefore, with the armrest pressing on between your tights, you stretched your pink panties and began smoothing your clit, immediately going haywire for the amount of electrical pleasure released by that cute, little bump right above your dampened pussy.

-Oh this is incredible! Ahh! T-Tom I need you! B-Brother! Big bro, big bro!!!- Imagines of your old body, your brother's body, flash in your mind, but against all reasons and decorum you welcome them in an obscene delirium.

-Why aren't you here?- You whine petulantly: -Why don't you want me? Doesn't my pu-my pussy feel good enough? Ohh! Let your little Tina take care of your troubles! Let your little Tina l-love you!-.

You were lying before, you need him, you need all of them but overall him, and you want them to need you the same.

"Yes, I want to wipe his tears... I want to relieve his sorrows... I want him to suck my titties while he cries on my shoulder... ugh! Agh!!! I'm coming!!!".

After the climax you gasp for oxygen, gliding down to the floor. Your hands grasp your boobs to confirm that yes, they're still there.

"Sweet... God... this is...".

"...the best thing in the world...".

---

You take some steps and then turn around, modeling as during a parade.

-So?- You ask, jutting out one foot to show the sandal. It is, they are, a real pain in the neck; but if you wanted something cozy, you wouldn't be in this place, but in some district warehouse. Footwears are like boyfriends: an accessory that the more it makes you look beautiful and fashionable, the more useless and uncomfortable it is.

-They look great on you!- Comes Krissy's answer, and Savannah nods in agreement.

-But you know what? I've seen some boots in the window that would be, like, totally your style. Savvy, would you be so nice?-.

-Sure, I remember them.- Savannah whirls around and walks away between the shelves, leaving you alone at smiling at each other. Gosh, you hate this.

-And your brother?- She questions with suspicious celerity.

-What about him?-.

-How is he? If I remember correctly, he attends our University too.-.

-He does. He's fine.- You wait some seconds to add: -Why?-.

-Just curious.- She shrugs: -Has he found a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend, I mean.-.

-Why do you care?- You're starting to lose your patience again, since you don't like her insistence on the topic.

-Easy, easy Kim, you'll get wrinkles. I know some girls that would love to date him, unless he's already spoken for, of course. Or even in that case, if...-.

-So you can keep him on a leash through them?- Your voice quivers a bit, but she giggles nevertheless. Despite that, you've caught her signals: she's trying to see how to mess with your family, only to mess with you. Yes, this is her style.

-Kim, I have no idea why you think...-.

-Don't you?-.

She's taken aback by your harshness and she gets closer with the fakest smile possible: -Honey, to be honest, I just wanted to do you a favor. He never had any girlfriend if I'm not wrong, and... you know girls at our age, they love ruining the life of someone that seems... a little frail. It takes only some malicious tongue to incite them, and it's done.-.

Some malicious tongue, uh? And who, for example?

-And I'd really, really hate if my friend's brother acquired a certain type of fame.- She emphasizes by putting her hand over her heart: -Plus, if you consider the absolutely mean cruelties that people could say about your sister... dating another girl, a rich one moreover which she befriended for years... well, it could be really... unpleasant, very unpleasant.-.

...That was enough.

You spit a piece of goo in your hand and furrow the short distance that separates you, heedless of the annoying grip of the sandals at your feet and between your toes. Krissy has just the time to frown before you slap your palm onto her face, holding her steady as she wiggles and horrifies for the slimy thing crawling into her mouth.

-I don't know who told you Tom never had a girlfriend.- You spit: -But that information is more than outdated.-.

As she stops convulsing, you let her go. Right then, you hear boxes being bumped behind you, and you turn around in alarm.

Savannah freezes in the place, a pair of black boots in her hands, doe eyes shifting between the two of you.

...

"Fuck.".

---

-Ahh... gh! Oh yes, yes!-.

You're still using your fingers to keep your pussy warm, but you're just getting her ready for the next page. That is...

...This pussy. This lovely little box between your legs, an inexhaustible source of pleasure, always at hand. The stark contrast between "your" memories up to last week, when you barely worthied her of a glance, and the emotion that you feel just thinking about it now, only that would be enough to make you wet. You simply love to feel your labia twitching under your digits, the interior of your tights warming up, the sexual energy concentrating and deflagrating inside of your tight body.

You open your hand and condense your gooish sweat into a black, phallic form that you bring to your mouth and lick intensely.

"Ohmm... mmm...".

You then brush it against your clit, which sends his plentiful approbation with lovely swarming through your entire body. You moan in pleasure, your hand maintaining the vertical movement that is giving you so much happiness.

-Ahh!!! Ahh!!! I, I don't know why it happened to me but... thank you, whoever you are!!! Thank you for this fantastic bod-UH-IGH-AHHHHHHHH!!!- The aforementioned is rocketed by one last, terrific orgasm, which shots your inner fluids on the floor, like a drinking fountain with a broken switch. You tremble like for an epileptic stroke and your eyes rolls up their sockets, while a final, hoarse scream arises from your lips.

You stay like that for incalculable time, your head resting on the sofa pillow and your vagina thrilling at each draught blowing. When you tiredly reopen your eyes, you massage your head, groaning, and then you get up.

"Shit. The window.".

You scurry to it and lean out your head. After you've checked that no one was around, you close it.

"Damn. I should have listened to Kim. I hope they didn't hear me.".

"Though...".

The prospect of having been caught is getting you horny again, but this time you fight it back and firmly shake your head.

-That was enough for now, Tina. It's time to...-.

A grin forms on your face.

-... a warm shower!-.

---

-Anf, anf...-.

Bent over your legs, you catch some air as you watch the girl in front of you stop fidgeting and reopen her eyes.

Fuck it. You've been careless this time, you barely caught Savannah before she could exit from the store. Luckily, the fool did not start to run but only to walk briskly, probably uncertain about the effective abnormality of what she had assisted - were you assaulting Krissy? Slapping her? Were you holding marmalade?

However, as you've pressed your hand on her face from behind, you realize that she had arrived in front of the counter, and now you had another witness to deal with. With a leap, you jumped on the cashier, some emo woman in her thirties with a horrible hairstyle, and repeated for the third time your actions. She's now sitting on the floor, her legs sprayed around while haphazardly bending.

At least there isn't anyone else in the shop.

"My feet..." You look at your aching extremities, and you barely hold back from throwing away those shitty sandals. Sigh, you'll get corns tonight!

-Uhm... urgh, my head...- Savannah is the first one to recover. She collects her pochette from the ground and rubs her temples.

-Damn, you scared the shit out of the girl... me, I guess.-.

Once again, you take notice that your goos are inclined to synch immediately with the body they're in. Which is good on one side, but it also means that...

CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP

You hear steps from behind you and then a familiar voice: -Well well, I knew something was off, but who could have imagined...-.

-Now you do.- You comment bitterly without turning around.

-Oh, and your boyfriend fucks with anyone living.-.

-Jesus Christ!- The cashier stands up like bitten by a spider and looks down at her body: -I'm old! I'm fucking old!-.

-Uh, that's not true.- The new Savannah argues: -I think you're 30, 31 at maximum.-.

-Still ten years lost!- She protests, wailing over it: -And I look like a clown!-.

-Well, you're still...-.

-Shut up! Are you really this dumb? No, don't answer me, just shut your trap! Kim, I want to get back inside of you!-.

-By the way, Kim, you could just have said that you were fucking your brother.- The annoying voice continues, getting closer and closer: -It wouldn't have been much of a surprise, such little sister such...-.

You quickly turn around and clasp Krissy's neck, lifting her off the ground with a strength that surprises all four of you. Savannah and the hag quit their babbling, while Krissy gasps, choked; you, however, put aside your stupefaction and replace it with burning rage.

-Listen here, you bitch. I care not who's piloting you now, and even less I care what you say about me. Want to spread around that I can't satisfy a boyfriend? Fine. I'm used to having worse shit raining on me. But if you keep offending and menacing my family, I'll kick your fucking ass until the plastic goes up to your tonsils. Blink twice if it's clear.-.

She blinks once, twice, and you release her. She massages her neck grunting, while the other two girls divert their gaze.

You know that once the adrenaline is gone, you will be the most freaked out of your own actions. But for now, you feel like a fucking queen.

-And you two, you'd better get started to adapt to this situation and stop pissing me off. You, shop girl, delete the clips from the surveillance camera. And please, do something for that puke in your head.-.

The woman whimpers mortified.

-While you two...-.

Savannah gulps nervously, while Krissy stares daggers at you but stays silent. She has learned her place.

Your face then relaxes in a mock of calmness.

-...we were shopping, right?-.

---

-Et voilà!- You spin around and blow your hair, enjoying the silk sensation of the thorough cleaning you have subjected it to. Standing in front of you, in the mirror, there is who you can only describe as the most adorable and attractive girl in the entire universe. With your big blue eyes and such an angelic face, you have no doubt that you would drop any guy you want at your feet. And you want so many boys in that position: otherwise, how could they lick your pussy? But, overall, you want one.

"Yes! I shouldn't have doubted myself! Big Bro will fall on my knees, and we will be finally happy together!".

Right at that moment, the doorbell rings. You undoubtedly interpret it as an unmistakable sign of fate: the world is telling you that this is your occasion!

-Coming Tom!!!- You chirp, rushing to the door and opening it wide. However, your smile turns into a confused expression as soon as you lay your eyes on your guest.

-Oh... it's... you?-.